A dear little girl just four years old,
One day went out to tea;
And returning home, ‘twas very dark,—
So dark she could not see.
A kind friend’s hand she tightly held;
“It’s dark,” she softly said,
“And where I’m going, I cannot tell,
But still I’m not afraid.”
“Why are you not afraid,” was asked,
“When the way you cannot see?”
“Because I know,” little Katie said,
“You have tight hold of me.
Besides I know there’s One above
Who keeps us in His care;
We shall not harm while He is near,
Nor none can harm us there.”
ML 02/25/1940